Chrono Cross Speedrun Novels & Stories

Belarina “Bela” Dela Costa only wanted to survive one more shift at a luxury Milan club until Sebastian “Seb” Ricaforte walked in—and her past stopped being buried and started destroying her again. Once the quiet tragedy of the Ricaforte household, she was the adopted girl raised inside one of Italy’s most feared mafia-linked dynasties, while Seb was the heir destined to rule an empire built on blood, loyalty, and political marriages. He was never meant to love her. But he did, and that was the beginning of everything that shattered them. Now, years after her supposed death, Seb doesn’t save her when his men harass her in public. He destroys the room instead, strips her of dignity in front of everyone, and accuses her of seducing men like it’s a habit she never broke. Then he gives her an order that freezes her blood—quit her job and become his sex slave. Bela is torn between dying again or letting herself be once again captured by the devil’s stare.

I had just been confirmed as a match and was preparing to donate a kidney to my husband's adoptive sister. That night, she left her iPad in the living room. The screen was still on, showing her chat with the doctor: [Doctor, please don't tell my sister-in-law. If she has a kidney removed, her hidden heart condition will flare up, and she won't live longer than three months.] The next day, I canceled the donation without a second thought. My husband flew into a rage. He called me cold-blooded and forced me to sign a divorce agreement that left me with nothing. The next day, I stood outside the hospital room and heard my sister-in-law laughing smugly. "She's so stupid. I faked one chat screenshot, and she actually believed she was sick. Now her penthouse is mine, and we can finally be together openly." My husband kissed her. "Good girl. Later, I'll find you a good kidney on the black market." Outside the door, I sneered. Of course, I knew the chat log was fake. I had come back from the future, after all. In two weeks, the zombie outbreak would begin. Those two so-called siblings who were actually lovers would not only steal my medicine, they would push me out to feed me to the zombies. This time, with only four days left before zombie hordes overran the city, I wanted to see how long a sick woman without a new kidney and a scumbag without supplies could last in that penthouse.

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

Freya's life turned three hundred sixty degrees when she found out her mate and boyfriend, Dominic cheated on her. As a sort of revenge, she rejected Dominic right in front of the crowd after being installed as an alpha of their pack and ran away until she bumped into some mysterious man who looked like Dominic and turned out to be her ex' uncle namely Alpha Percy of the other neighboring pack. Alpha Percy was deeply smitten with Freya even when at first met. He was one of the sought bachelors among all the alphas in the north, but no woman appealed to him. Until he met Freya. There was one problem— regardless of offering her the world, she continued driving him away saying he was too old for her. And Alpha Percy vowed to show her what an old man was capable of. He will have Freya regardless if she is his nephew's mate.

I was stupid enough to fall for Drake, my husband. Foolish because I thought I was able to stick to my plan of not loving him.  My marriage life became hell when everyone and my husband were pressuring me to give my husband a child, but could not. It was not easy to conceive. Fed up by my inability to get pregnant, my husband shoved the divorce papers in front of me. What choice did I have? I signed the divorce papers. To my surprise, a day after the divorce, it turned out I was pregnant with my ex-husband's child. Wanting to punish him for what he did, I vowed never to tell him about our child but a year later, my ex-husband saw me carrying our child and wanted to have us both.  

“Just kill me please”, Serena begged as cold chains tightened around her wrists. Born a Luna heir, she would rather die than serve a pack that brutally murdered her family. But when death denies her mercy, revenge becomes her only reason to live. Fate offers her a second chance as she is sent to serve the alpha family of her enemies, but Serena faces a tough choice: to continue on her quest for vengeance or surrender to a love she never expects.

“If you think I would not touch you, think again.” His breath fanned her face as he backed her into a corner. What made her think he would restrain himself? “Just because you’re William’s daughter, that means nothing to me. You could warm my bed just fine if you’re going to seduce me with your body like this. Tell me, what would you ask in return?” He bit her earlobe and she whimpered. Melissa Franklin’s dad named his best friend in his will, rather than his only daughter. She can’t have access to her inheritance until she turns 30, which is seven years away. Klyde Henderson, a man twice her age, became her legal guardian. But the man’s respect for her father does not extend to her. In his eyes, she’s a useless brat. Melissa needed to find a way to get her hands on her inheritance. That’s when the seduction games began.

In my last life, I was kidnapped alongside the fake heiress, Lilith Howe, at the same time. My father, the richest man in the country, claimed he had to prove his impartiality. Without a second thought, he told the police to rescue Lilith first and refused to pay a ransom for me. In front of the cameras, he declared with solemn conviction, "A daughter of the Howes must have backbone. We will never give in to criminals!" Lilith returned without a single scratch, and the internet crowned her a miracle girl. Meanwhile, I was killed by the kidnappers. There was barely anything left of me to bury. As my soul hovered above the scene, I watched my brother sneer at what little remained. "Good," he said. "At least she won't come back and be an eyesore to Lilith. We'll finally have some peace in the house." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the kidnappers called with their demands. A knife was pressed against my throat. On the other end of the line, my father's voice was just as cold, just as absolute. "I'm not choosing. My money belongs to charity. If she's a Howe, she should be ready to sacrifice for the family." I laughed. If he was willing to destroy his own flesh and blood for the sake of so-called honor, then this time, I would grant them a reunion in hell!

Aurora Ashwood was supposed to be a Luna. Instead, on the day she was meant to be claimed, Damian Blackwood rejected her in front of the whole Mooncrest Pack for the crime of being "wolfless". That same night, in a city she'd never seen, she fell into the bed of a masked stranger who left her with two things: a crowned-wolf cufflink, and a son. Five years later, that son is dying — and the cufflink belongs to the Lycan King. Kael Draven doesn't remember her. He remembers the night he buried his grief in a woman whose name he never asked. But the moment he sees the boy with his frown and her silver eyes, the math is done — and the marriage contract is on the table before she can refuse. What neither of them knows: Aurora is not wolfless. She is the last of a slaughtered line. Their son carries a bloodline that has never existed before. And the man who arranged the slaughter twenty years ago has just realized that the rejected girl who walked into his king's tower is the woman he has spent two decades hunting. The Lycan King will give her a crown. But she's going to take a throne.

"Two hundred pieces of gold." I whipped my head in the direction of the voice. It was sexy and authoritative. "No. Make it three hundred pieces of gold. I want that woman." The crowd gasped. My eyes frantically looked for that person and came face to face with a man whose hair reminded me of the ashes after burning the wood. His gray eyes bore into mine. 'Mine,' my wolf uttered. "Going once. Twice. Thrice. Sold!" Master Henderson was all smiles. "The item goes to His Majesty King Elio. You will never regret it, Your Majesty." King Elio? I knew that name. The Lycan King was my mate? ------------------------------- Flora was desperate to look for Sabrina, her sister who was suddenly missing five years ago. She believed it had something to do with the Lycan King. 'Cause why not? Their cruel custom of selling or killing unmated she-wolves every five years started because of the Lycan King.